A Three Mile Stone

Away game frigging miles away from the Republic? Check. So far that it requires the use of modern commercial aviation? Check. New ground to tick off? Check. Opportunity for a couple of days on the gas at the seaside? Check. Having to actually bother doing a blog to cover all this bollocks? Check and underlined. […]

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Taking Care of Business

Here we are. Time for our longest trip of the season down to Cornwall. Usually this is also one of the quietest for the gang with us normally all tucked up in bed by 9pm with a good book and a horlicks. And if you believe that load of old flannel, you’ll believe absolutely anything! […]

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A Golden Boot, Lookalikes, a Manc & a Bit of Truro.

So there I was at Dartford, the game finishing at 2 a piece and I thought I’d join the boys for a quiet couple of pints, and maybe a gin or two. That kind of feeling “Well it’s the weekend, and I haven’t got work next week, so I’ll let my hair down. Have a […]

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Madness, Madness, They call it Madness

Yes, an embarrassment, a living endorsement. That’s me and the other 359 souls that braved the game tonight. I really don’t know what to write…. And to think, what a crackin’ night it was on Saturday, with other members of the gang like the Viscount, Windy and Chalmers we all meet after the train ride home […]

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